Find Them_an apocalyptic survival thriller by B. R. Paulson

Author:B. R. Paulson [Paulson, B. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Captiva Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-02-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Manson

Hunger was definitely getting to most of the men locked in the penitentiary. Manson wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep them all under control. How long did he even want to control them? Long enough to get him out. He didn’t care what they did after that.

The plan wasn’t to hang around the prison. Manson’s plan was to survive the collapse of the security system long enough to escape.

He wouldn’t put the crowbar down even to relieve himself. He was one of the only ones with a tool that he could wield easily to protect himself. Dropping his guard one millimeter wasn’t an option or his plan to survive anything would be down the drain.

The morning sunlight didn’t hide the cruelty of the situation as multiple groups of men dug around posts in the yard. The fencing was rumored to only go down about four feet, but that didn’t mean the ground was thawed or that the four feet wouldn’t be filled with large rocks or other forms of obstruction. When an obstacle was created by man to keep other men inside, there were various traps in place to prevent getting through.

Manson wasn’t dumb enough to think he knew them all. He just knew he had to distract the more ambitious of the groups.

Tomas Tuezman ran up to Manson, his short-cropped afro the only thing covering the upper half of a large crescent-shaped scar running from the corner of his mouth and up into his hairline. Genuine horror widened his eyes. He was out of breath as he muttered in almost unintelligible horror. “Manson, they’re starting to eat them.”

Manson narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t have heard Tomas right. “What?”

Tomas’s cheeks bulged like he was going to throw up. He put the back of his hand against his mouth and turned to the side, gasping as he blurted out. “The men, they’re starting to eat the dead bodies.” That was as far as Tomas got. He hurled what little food he had in his stomach onto the grass at his feet. The acrid scent more abundant than the contents.

Manson set his jaw. He wasn’t surprised. Hunger would do crazy things to civilized people. The men in that prison were treated like caged animals. Expecting them to act differently than how they were treated was like expecting to put a white shirt in mud and bringing it out clean. That’s not how things worked.

Breathing heavily, Tomas straightened from his bent over position and took a deep breath. He shook his head. “Man, they’re eating people. I don’t…” Tomas’s prison time had to do with arson. His stint wasn’t even supposed to be longer than a couple years. Of course, he didn’t understand. He was still partially a member of the civilized parts of humanity.

Even while Tomas wasn’t a bad guy, Manson knew taking anyone with him would be foolish. He reached out, placing his hand on Tomas’s shoulder. Tomas flinched. Manson’s reputation reached even the newest members of the prison.

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